Post by Iko on Aug 31, 2015 21:55:07 GMT -5
Las Noches. I am coming. At last he was ready, it might’ve taken a detour to the human world, but at last Iko was ready to enter the walls of Las Noches and meet the Espada. He’d thought himself unready, unprepared to confront the men and woman that led the Arrancar and Hollow. But now he didn’t care. He was strong, stronger than most and he felt that gave him more jurisdiction to enter Las Noches than the average Hollow. Did the Arrancar understand his power now? As he walked across the sands his noble form causing them to scatter. They feared the Hollow known as Iko, the Hollow that had garnered fear in Karakura and had sent a small squad of Shinigami into uproar.
Arrancar came and they fell, like branches in the wind they were swept aside. He had no time for games or playing. He was much more determined than that right now, his Aspect of Death compelled him forward, tempting him onwards towards the fortress where the Espada resided. His anticipation was palpable, his smile had never been wider. At last, at last, finally, finally. He could finally enter those walls and actually feel comfort in confronting the residents that were within them. Perhaps that was the most exciting thing, the prospect of being on an even playing field.
They feared what he’d become, his evolution was accelerating, his strength was climbing and the terrible feeling of his reiatsu drove some of them into depression. Some came to challenge him, those Arrancar that thought themselves stronger. His cero cut through them, his speed unmatched. These were not good enough, he was as strong as possibly any lieutenant class Shinigami. His power was unbridled and even unrivalled. He would not be held back by Arrancar meat shields, shielding him from his prize. His audience with the Espada and their King would be the icing on the cake for his hard work.
So he entered those coveted white walls, the corridors of Las Noches laid bare before him, he entered the eternal domain of the Espada and their King. The smells were interesting, definitely more Arrancar than Hollow. It seemed that the Arrancar were everywhere here and that was quite disappointing, but no matter. As the white walls of Las Noches stretched out in front of him, he came across five towers. All standing proud. At random he picked one, keeping note of the inscribed numerals crudely drawn on the walls of it. The number “Six” was everywhere, as well as the word “Sexta” which Iko took to mean six, along with the emphasis on the SEX part of Sexta.
Eventually he came into what he assumed was a throne room where the Espada took his audiences. “Iko knows the Espada can feel him” Iko called. “Why doesn’t the Espada come out and speak to Iko?” The Hollow questioned, it’d be interesting to see what these so-called Espada were like. He’d learn a lot about them from this first encounter and perhaps he’d grow from it? Whatever the reason excitement brimmed in his chest.
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